Suzerain Of Little Shoulders! - Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

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Suzerain of little shoulders! Pacify the dangerous headstrong maletonight conduct yourself decentlyyou must stop all this teasing! whispers back, flaying wordsshowing white knuckles with the end of long braidsplunging down her chest.Why like a janissary, do I prizethat swiftly reddening, tiny, piteouscrescent of your lips? Don’t be cross, my love, I’ll gladly be sewn into a sack …Lips grazing your ear, cast into the seaOh, I shouldn’t mind drowning for lovelike that Count of Monte Cristo.Standing at a hard threshold.Go, Go, I say! —Yet, come, stay awhile Come, be as true a lover as my muse